Sighs, sifting through old trash
whistles for you to follow
and you do, almost unaware
he’s leading you back home
origins – water, though you can’t swim
and you’re back.
Heart slowly starts to fill, warmth
increases – proportionate to your escalating heartbeat.
Sighs. Now do you see why I brought you here?
Eyes wet, you nod,
and jump in.
Does it matter that the water closes over your head?